Tha Mo Ghaol Air Àird A' Chuain

Roscorro

The young lad was enraptured by his odd forelimbs, his soft limps tickling the pad of his feet. Calloused and hardened by years of walking upon hardened stone. The yearling continued to investigate his feet and legs as he spoke to him, only meeting his gaze at the end of his last question. As he did so he suddenly, unnaturally shifted. Roscorro's massive stull cocked in concern and confusion as the boy seemed to slide. He looked down at the lad's feet, wondering if there was a freak freeze that had taken hold of some damp on the ground. he had seen snow in the middle of the Scorch before so it would not surprise him. Ice was indeed upon the ground, but only where the boy's hooves were placed. A trick of the rift, he assumed. He reached out a paw to try and help steady him, but the yearling had already righted himself. So he placed it back down upon the ground, afraid to throw Vynter off balance again. Impressive. Had their roles been reversed the stallion was sure he would have come crashing to the ground.

Once he seemed confident that he wouldn't be going anywhere, the grullo paint spoke once more. Helovia. So he had come to this world to escape his own destroyed realm. The giant's eyes softened. "I came from a land called Reon." he answered with a flick of his long tail. "Did your parents come here as well?" As much as he enjoyed to inquisitive boy's presence, he did not want to worry his parents any longer then they probably were. Though he had sorry excuses for parents himself, he believed most were good and loving. Surely this one's family was worried sick?



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